The wind on footsteps of my lass
Shaking the petals slowly today
And I see her in silence to pass
A word of farewell I cannot say.
Can she return, hear me she’s wrong
The migrating bird that looks about,
For another land, and she won’t long
For the nest an’ shelter she drops out?
Suddenly streams flow furiously
My pain overwhelmed from sentiments.
Petals fall. Spring lapses quietly,
Wearing out temporary ornaments.
The wind did scatter some memories,
Lo, what that love lastly came to be!
